I can't remember if this is the place that we met
Or has the continental drift brought us eternal loneliness?
I can't tell if when we say "I love you", well, is it true?
Or some inconsequential tick of our collective consciousness
Well, I keep imagining your face in suffering
Are we a symbiotic miss? Always chasing happiness
Love is a reciprocating charge when it's plugged in
A web of incandescent thread glowing with electricity
I can't tеll if when the bulb is shining, well, is it pluggеd in?